Benedict knew
Miss Croft
was out of his league;
she was everything

he wasn’t: upper
middle class,
well spoken,
well dressed;

had a nice face,
nice ***. The mere
thought she’d have
anything to do with him

was a joke. But he
wouldn’t have minded
a poke; his pecker
would have obliged,

he thought. Nonetheless,
he knew reality when
it came, knew he was out
of the game, so became

content just to talk
and joke and laugh
and forgot all about
the poke, least for real,

in dreams a guy can
do whatever wants
or desires: create or
destroy worlds with fires,

make the perfect art,
sleep with whosoever,
become a saint;
dreams allow such things.

But reality holds in check;
but one does what one can,
he thought, and keeps what
reality brings. She was the

out of your league type;
he could have sworn she
had it tattooed on her ***,
highlighted on her passport.

He would have been just
a nice guy to her; have given
her what he could have afforded;
read better books, listened

to highbrow music, spoken
with a plum in his mouth
if it did the job, but he couldn’t
make the grade, didn’t have

the right tone in speaking.
He knew one couldn’t always
get what one wanted
or was ever seeking.

Sure
he had it all in mind
the way he was going
to approach her

how he was going
to get the date
fixed up and maybe
other things along

the line if he caught
her right but Hogdig
got it wrong
right from the start

she wasn't into men at all
she preferred her own kind
of the same gender
but at least he tried

and came out
with the usual spiel
gave the usual
****** expressions

gestures of hands
and smiles and all
but the dame didn't fall
she had her own agenda

and he wasn't it
not one bit
so Hogdig having got
the message loud and clear

( still ringing in his ear)
he apologised said he
didn't realize (hard to tell
he thought with that type)

and went on his way
(hoping against hope)
he'd get it right one day
but don't hold your breath

he said to himself
in the usual way he had
with his internal dialogue
an internal debate

going on for some hours
until quite late
all so one day
he'd get himself

(hopefully with a
good looking dame)
a night out
and a date.

I guess being older.
Makes us address things in a variety of ways.
We make fun of the child, who seems mentally disturbed?
Without realizing, it could have been us.

We make jokes of the homeless.
Without understanding their fight.
It's like a woman selling her body.
Even she knows it's not right.


We seems to soak in the joy of being popular.
When many times, they the most insecure folks of us all.
Oh, yes.
It's funny.
Until their crisis comes before us.

The scriptures states, treat people the right you like to be treated.
If you're disrespectful.
Then , what did you expect?
When it's tossed back upon you.

We make fun of the people that works, at fast food.
When in reality, if you don't realize it.
They also supporting you.
As tax payers, they keep the government going forward.

And many employees are smarter.
Then those in university achieving a degree.

We make fun of the over weight people.
As, if it doesn't hurt.
Then attend church and be on our best behavior.
Except, you can't fool God.
He know your soul.
He know your heart.

We make fun of the illiterate.
Without realizing that no one's dumb.
Even a Jack of All trades have skills to teach us.

So, we should be humble to those we meet.
It's just a requirement that good parents teaches us.

Some people can take being the blunt of all jokes.
Except, the sensitive types.
Who doesn't bother anyone?

So, next time , we make fun of the person that we don't know.
Realize, who's judging us?
Even, if it's the minister next door.

People looked at me with those eyes that said
poor boy, so young, so healthy, so white,
and me from the mattress told them
relax people, I'm not so healthy, so white, so devote,
I don't wash my teeth every morning as you do,
I don't change my socks everyday as you,
I don't read so many books, I don't do sports,
nor work as much as you do,
relax people.